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filled with the sounds of all of them popping and grinding. Some of them had on some painful expressions, took way too long to change. I jumped at a few of the bone-crunching snaps. They have to shift through crinos to get to human, so the view of this gruesome scene was pretty ugly. And, like I said, these were not prime specimens of the species to begin with. And most of them, as humans, were ugly as hell.
     
     
    Definitely a bunch of scrawny cocks. Though, I think they felt bigger down there as humans than they did in the previous form.
     
     
    I laughed a little. I knew I could outrun them all if they were on two legs and I got a head start. Even if they took a minute to change. It would be enough. Too easy. Really.
     
     
    What I didn’t realize was that the losers had been waiting for me. Pre-shift behavior, I guess, is pretty predictable.
     
     
    And honestly, I probably should have mentioned...I’m like a princess in the pack, not that we have royalty per se. But I am one of the few clean blood descendents left. Makes me a good breeder.
     
     
    Since I felt pretty safe, I dropped to my belly and said, “I was serious about fucking yourselves.”
     
     
    Okay. I’ll tell you now, even though they were lying in wait for me, they were carnal beasts first and foremost. Just having me say the words out loud made their cocks reach, throb and ache.
     
     
    I took my turn, looked them in the eye one by one and said, “Go ahead. Stroke yourself. I want to see.”
     
     
    What I really wanted to see, suddenly, was them all coming at the same time. Or maybe servicing each other. I couldn’t make up my mind. Pictures floated quickly, in and out.
     
     
    But, again, something in the woods, the slightest movement, caught my attention, stole some of my enjoyment. So, with one eye on the troupe and the other on the woods, I commanded them, “Squeeze your balls. Harder.” Yeah, I had to grin. “Harder.” Talk about pinching the blood flow.
     
     
    I think they liked it.
     
     
    “Now stroke.”
     
     
    It was pretty funny. I mean, really. Just picture it.
     
     
    Mr. Vocal asked, “And what do we get for this?”
     
     
    “Self-satisfaction?” I smiled bigger. “Or you want something else?”
     
     
    “What I’d really like is a little piece of your ass,” Mr. Vocal, I think, wanted to talk dirty to me. You know, interactive-like, instead of me just telling him what to do.
     
     
    Leer and Hood were a lot closer now. Hood said, Remind me again why you didn’t want me to lock her up.
     
     
    I made a face at that. It was common practice to lock a chick in a safe little place until her first change is over. Maybe keep her there for a bit until she gets a grip.
     
     
    Leer said, Kayty insisted. She really likes Fera. And she’s got her own ideas on how women should be treated.
     
     
    She has no idea what Fera’s capable of.
     
     
    Oh, I think she’s got a good idea. She went through it herself, you know. Not that long ago.
     
     
    She’s not wolf born. She has no idea. Hood’s voice had a guttural edge to it.
     
     
    Again, it was all mind talk. They were slinking, I bet, with every plan to sneak up on me and catch me doing something wrong. Seems like it doesn’t matter what I do, it’s wrong--leastwise that’s what Hood tends to think. Or so he tells me. He’s such a prude. Uncommonly private. Ya can’t trust a guy like that, can ya?
     
     
    “Why don’t you come over and give us a lick.” Mr. Vocal had no idea how un-fetching comments like that are. He waggled his stupid little spindle toward me.
     
     
    I said, “Why don’t you drop to your ass and lick yourself? I’m sure you’ve done it before.”
     
     
    Of course, he couldn’t do it in human. He’d have to go back to lupus. I immediately took it back. “I mean, wait.”
     
     
    His fingers stilled. I know he was a little confused. I mean, after all, I was talking dirty to him, but being bitchy. And I kept my